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I pretty much cried every day the first five years of Taylor's life. Now I just cry on Sundays. (Card by CC Louie)
OK, I know it's not politically correct to use the word retarded. But, what if it were not a "bad" word? What if you hadn't had a negative reaction when you saw it in my blog title? Search your heart. Rethink this. My son has Down Syndrome. He lives in a world in which everybody treats him like he's "retarded." I'm his mom. My son teaches me so many valuable lessons that I am often too "slow" to get. I'm the Retarded (Loving) Mother.
I've Got Some Good News and Some Bad News
I pretty much cried every day the first five years of Taylor's life. Now I just cry on Sundays. (Card by CC Louie)
Welcome. You're brave to be here with me.
"The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its weakest citizen. " That's kind of heavy, but it is something that has tugged at my life for the last 33 years. So, here's my story. I am a mother of a son with Down Syndrome. Pull up a chair. Sit with me in my life. Teach me something.
Look at all of these incredible people below!! You can be one too!
Don't Stop Now!! Go back and read more!
Get to know me. Please.
- The Retarded Mother
- My son is 33 and has Down Syndrome. I did not get the manual when he was born. I am making stuff up as I go. I want to be the best mother I can be to him. My son is "complete." He' is perfect. I'm the slow one. I'm trying to catch up.
I'm the mother of a son with Down Syndrome
I'm just learning how to live this life with all of the integrity I can muster---and still have some fun.
Came over from Mrs. Arnold's blog.
ReplyDeleteAs I looked through your blog I smiled...I lived on Bloomfield for years and saw your sweet son ride his bike with the orange flag all over - up and down Bloomfield, up and down MIlledge. This was back in 1998-2000, married two years with a new baby. Brought back some memories of happy times.
It was good to catch up on him. He always looked happy riding his bicycle.
Marianne,
ReplyDeleteWe will miss you!
But I am soooo glad that you are giving yourself permission not to write everyday.
Write when you can...when you want to...when you have something to say.
And don't when you can't and don't want to.
Your words are always precious and profound.
Love, Kim